The crow cawed , his cry full of anguish. The leader was dead and there was now no one to mock. He bowed his head , framed by the sky that had become darker than even his own feathers. He would now become the one to be mocked , until he to died.
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The Crow
The crow cawed , his cry full of anguish. The leader was dead and there was now no one to mock. He bowed his head , framed by the sky that had become darker than even his own feathers. He would now become the one to be mocked , until he to died.